No wonder Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s heart was older than its time…
Revelation \Rev`e*la”tion\, n. [F. r[‘e]v[‘e]lation, L. revelatio. See Reveal.]
1. The act of revealing, disclosing, or discovering to others what was before unknown to them. [1913 Webster]
2. That which is revealed. [1913 Webster]
(a) The act of revealing divine truth.
(b) That which is revealed by God to man; esp., the Bible. [1913 Webster]
By revelation he made known unto me the mystery, as I wrote afore in few words. –Eph. iii. 3. [1913 Webster]
4. Specifically, the last book of the sacred canon, containing the prophecies of St. John; the Apocalypse or Book of Revelation or The Revelation of Saint John. [1913 Webster]
1: the speech act of making something evident [syn: disclosure, revealing]
2: an enlightening or astonishing disclosure
3: communication of knowledge to man by a divine or supernatural agency
4: the last book of the New Testament; contains visionary descriptions of heaven and of conflicts between good and evil and of the end of the world; attributed to Saint John the apostle [syn: Revelation of Saint John the Divine, Apocalypse, Book of Revelation]
THE REVELATION PAINTING
~made known unto me the mystery~
Little was know what this all meant until today. The core of this entire project shines into and around me. The Revelation Painting has evolved from an originally religious painting to a painting which reveals truth in so many levels. The truth of corruption and religion itself, the truth about power and its manipulation of humanity, the truth of how life is meaningless where the opportunity exist to make money and the true crimes against humanity occurring every single day!
Although it has “always been this way”, does it have to remain this way? If a person was not born into wealth, does it make them any less of a human being? This is the true core of the matter. I tried to explain to a doctor once that the world is losing its humility, modesty and compassion for one another and he abruptly stated: “We are human, we make mistakes.” I thought: “That is the biggest mistake of all; making excuses for ignorance as though that makes it unavoidable.”
Who, not what gives the wealthy of this earth the absolute right to make decisions which destroys human life? It should be the other way around in a world where human existence has value. Instead of having ten mansions that a person cannot possibly live in at the same time, it should be mandatory to forfeit minimally 10% of net income to a measurable cause. Measurable, meaning the world see’s the effect and people truly benefit.
When you have some much money you can’t spend it, ten houses, 5 yachts, eighteen cars, and on and on, why not feed a child a piece of bread to give her strength to walk away from a vulture standing over her waiting patiently for her demise? Why should any fellow human being have to endure that type of torture-EVER? There are children in South Africa who don’t even know we have been to the moon…imagine. In a way, that may be better, then they will never know how the world left them behind…our brothers and sisters.
They will never know how our greediness destroyed the earth and killed the dreams they never even knew they had…
In A World Not So Far From Your Own
In a world not so far from your own there is a distant rumble of horses’ hooves on cobblestone streets.
The spine chilling shrill of medieval swords mating in the moonlight conceiving justice and honor.
Beautiful souls seek desperately for the answers but haven’t yet asked the questions.
Murals depicting beauty and faith; angelic women fade from the walls of his castle.
Each season brings more unbearable heat and frustration…
The big fish, our brothers no longer sparkle in the twilight of the sea
as they did in their final rage.
Trees we planted, which in fact were faithful to the end are all gone now,
they house this realm we call technology.
In a world not so far from your own
ugly, hollow faces stare down on our children laughing at what we’ve left them:
No horses or swords to fight their battles, no forest to seek shelter,
no imagination from which to rebuild their dreams…
In a world not so far from your own.